An interesting issue (as opposed to several illegitimate ones) and, depraved as I might have been (non-commital), for which several females I apologise to but I confused sex and love as a combined article - that is, love between a man and a woman, not rude rhubarb. But knowing how scheming girls could/can/will be I thought we'd be united in those escapades. But people see things differently and we can read our own interpretations into what is or isn't happening.
This is an interesting read - or perhaps girls will see it differently and picture male readers groping for their halibut, bent as that may be. But hormonal control is something we all should acknowledge - I.E. ITS control over us.
Once one has attained the capacity to hug/look at women without wondering about abandoned groans etc as most of their lives had been, it feels a little calmer if not dissappointing. We can turn it off, but the madman, ol Belzebub, he can convince us it's him who swayed our amorous thoughts on the Virgin Mary, grandma etc.
Yet, on a cleaner note, is it not our 'drive', whatever that may be, that sends explorers, artists, avaitrixes and even poetses into that rarified air, that relentless effort? And whose drive is it? Nature? - ah, you mean that thing that seems to destroy as well as create? Alas, there are no chains for me, for I'm as mad as mad as mad can be
It's interesting to hear about the madman and hear things from a male perspective.
When I was in my teens I just had crushes,for want of a better word, left right and centre and romantic stirrings filled my day but, being happily single, for years I think I possibly prefer a good chat, to a romantic tryst
though it depends on the company .Maybe its easier for girls and possibly less manic
Very insightful Mr O.
An interesting issue (as opposed to several illegitimate ones) and, depraved as I might have been (non-commital), for which several females I apologise to but I confused sex and love as a combined article - that is, love between a man and a woman, not rude rhubarb. But knowing how scheming girls could/can/will be I thought we'd be united in those escapades. But people see things differently and we can read our own interpretations into what is or isn't happening.
This is an interesting read - or perhaps girls will see it differently and picture male readers groping for their halibut, bent as that may be. But hormonal control is something we all should acknowledge - I.E. ITS control over us.
Once one has attained the capacity to hug/look at women without wondering about abandoned groans etc as most of their lives had been, it feels a little calmer if not dissappointing. We can turn it off, but the madman, ol Belzebub, he can convince us it's him who swayed our amorous thoughts on the Virgin Mary, grandma etc.
Yet, on a cleaner note, is it not our 'drive', whatever that may be, that sends explorers, artists, avaitrixes and even poetses into that rarified air, that relentless effort? And whose drive is it? Nature? - ah, you mean that thing that seems to destroy as well as create? Alas, there are no chains for me, for I'm as mad as mad as mad can be
Really funny, specially the last line
It's interesting to hear about the madman and hear things from a male perspective.
When I was in my teens I just had crushes,for want of a better word, left right and centre and romantic stirrings filled my day but, being happily single, for years I think I possibly prefer a good chat, to a romantic tryst
though it depends on the company .Maybe its easier for girls and possibly less manic